The top floor of the Mage's Tower.

Looking at the six-eyed crow standing on the windowsill, Ryan smiled and said:

"It's not worth the trip."

"That girl has a relationship with the Empire, but I can't spare time." The crow said lightly.

"You can deal with Demacia, there is still some time before Ezreal goes to the mausoleum, and I will take the time to deal with it." Ryan laughed.

"Alive."

On the other side, Sindra, who was reading a book, suddenly said two words.

"Good!" Ryan replied without hesitation, "We've never studied dragons yet. ”

"The dragon clan has a lot to do, but the girl's mother is an outcast." The crow's voice is flat.

Ryan nodded slightly, knowing that this was information from Svein.

Since Svein fused with the demon, he has obtained all the memories of the demon and learned many secrets.

"I'll leave it to you what I promised Darius. I'll take care of the rest. ”

"Nockmerch has a black rose, my life is easy."

The crow answered, and when he saw that the matter was settled, he also spread his wings and flew away from the mage tower.

After the crow left, Sindra slowly closed the book and asked seemingly casually:

"Need my help?"

"No, although your magic power is strong, after all, it's the first time to split your soul, so rest more."

Ryan said, standing tall with his hands behind his back, his robe swaying in the wind.

Suddenly, the rune circle wrapped him, and then he also disappeared into the rune circle.

Looking at this scene, the corners of Syndra's mouth curled slightly, and she once again cast her eyes on the book in her hand.

......

A solemn temple of justice.

The hundreds of meters tall Colossus of the Winged Protector stands in the center of the temple.

Compared to the previous scene of people moving, the temple is now much more depressed.

But even when the Winged Protector was criticized, there were still many people coming in and out, either to worship the idol or to seek help from the Inquisition...

At the entrance of the temple, two noble girls walked in from outside.

One of them has a long sword hanging from his waist, and his posture is heroic, like an elegant female swordsman.

The other person was holding a book in his hand, and his beautiful and lovely face had the smile of the girl next door, simple and pitiful.

"President—" Fiona saw the girl's smiling eyes, and quickly changed her words, "Miss Laxana, you don't have to come here. ”

"I'm just here to see the statue of the Winged Protector, and my aunt is one of his devotees."

Laxana looked as usual, holding a book and looking like a young scholar who had come to pay her respects.

She pushed Fiona next to her, with a sincere blessing on her face:

"Go ahead, I hope you succeed."

"Thank you..."

Fiona hesitated, but walked towards the inside of the temple with her head held high.

Today was the day she joined the Inquisition, and even with Laxana's help, she still had trepidation in her heart.

"Are you Miss Fiona?"

The Temple of Justice is divided into the front and back halls, the front hall is worshipped, and the back hall is not only the residence of the judgment corps, but also the abode of the gods.

At the place where the front and back halls were separated, two expressionless nuns walked out.

Seeing the two women ushered in, Fiona frowned slightly.

Although the eyes and expressions of these two people were peaceful, as a swordsman with keen perception, she could feel the restrained anger in these two people.

These two people are afraid that they have a lot of lives on their hands.

"I am." Fiona answered.

"Come with me, everyone is welcome in the Judgment Mission, but you need to prove your righteous heart."

When one of the nuns finished speaking, she turned to lead the way for Fiona.

Following the nun, Fiona couldn't help but ask:

"How can I prove that I have a righteous heart?"

"In front of the Flying Wing Protector, everyone has nothing to hide." The nun said piously.

"He's not..."

Before Fiona could finish her sentence, she saw the nun look back at her.

At that moment, she only felt that she was cold, and she felt a kind of gratitude for the grim reaper.

After a while, the nun looked away, and before she could catch her breath, she heard the nun's warning:

"Where justice is, God will be there!"

"Understood!"

Fiona gathered her mind and followed the nun slowly towards the inside of the temple.

She was a little worried now, if the Flying Wing Protector really came back, people like her who had distracting thoughts didn't know if they could...

After the two of them had gone away, another nun walked up to Laxana with a blank face:

"Miss Crown, my god wants to see you!"

Laxana was slightly surprised, but she quickly realized something, tightened the book in her arms, and tried to make her voice as smooth as possible:

"Okay, I'm sorry for you to lead the way."

The reason she mentioned it to her aunt yesterday was that the spirits in the magic books had told her to come here with confidence.

Otherwise, even if she was innocent, she would not have proposed to come to the Temple of Justice at this time.

The Winged Protector has performed absolute justice for hundreds of years, and she has no doubts about the purity of Him and the Judgment Mission.

But if the Flying Wing Protector changes... Then anything is possible.

Eventually, though, she chose to trust the Magic Book's judgments, just as her aunt believed in herself.

She calmly followed the nun, and instead of taking the same path as Fiona, they took another passage to the apse of the temple.

Walking through a corridor of white stone filled with light, Laxana saw a towering white stone door.

She looked up slightly, and could see the relief of the winged protector on the white stone door, which seemed to tell a story of judgment against evil.

The nun bowed respectfully to the inside, and then pushed the door open.

She just stood in the doorway and made a gesture of please to Laxana.

"Aren't you going in?"

As she walked forward, Laxana couldn't help but ask.

The nun bowed her head slightly, and said in a flat voice, without a trace of emotion:

"My god sees you alone."

"Okay."

Laxana pursed her lips slightly, a little nervous, but she still walked inside with the book in her arms.

Judging from the current situation, yesterday's spellbook was right, the Flying Wing Protector has really returned.

As the stone door closed behind her, Laxana looked at the temple of angels in front of her, which she had only heard of in rumors.

It is said that only those who have a truly righteous heart can enter this place, and it is a place where everyone can meet the Flying Wing Protector.

The decoration of the main hall is unusually simple, even compared to her boudoir, but the atmosphere and solemnity displayed in it make her heart can't help but rise.

The interior of the temple is supported by four huge forbidden stone pillars, and the surrounding walls are carved with murals of flying winged protectors performing justice.

The entire hall is unusually deserted, but it is also solemn.

The most eye-catching place is undoubtedly the stone platform in the center of the main hall.

Bright!

This was Laxana's first impression of the stone platform.

The dome corresponding to the stone platform laid a strong light, illuminating the entire hall.

In the center of the light source, the stone platform was shrouded in strong light, making Laxana a little unable to open her eyes.

In the bright light, she seemed to see a figure.

A figure with sacred wings on its back, its face full of holiness.

"Come out!"

A light drink suddenly erupted from within the beam.

There was a loud noise, and Laxana's hand shook in fright.

Immediately afterward, she felt the book in her hand trying to break free.

Thinking of what the spellbook had said, Laxana slowly let go of her hand.

The magic book floated slowly, page by page.

Suddenly, white brilliance gushed out from it.

In the beam, the Flying Wing Protector also suddenly opened his eyes.

I don't know if it was Laxana's delusion, but she felt that darkness seemed to be reflected in those golden eyes.

But she couldn't think about it, the golden light and the white light were intertwined.

The two collided and sent a hurricane that made Laxana unsteady on her feet.

She stared dumbfounded, at the magic book that was on par with the Flying Wing Protection God, not believing that the scene in front of her was real.

Even if the Winged Protector was defeated by Noxus, it was still a fake god.

But now this god... It can only be on par with a magic book with a soul attached.

It is hard for Laxana to imagine now how strong the soul was in the heyday of the spellbook.

However, the power of the magic book also relieved her, and the soul in the book was the sustenance of her master and father, accompanying her for countless days and months.

She believed in the magic book unconditionally, and if it weren't for it, maybe she would have fallen into darkness long ago.

And this way, she no longer suspects that there is something wrong with the Flying Wing Protector. As the power of the Winged Protector was revealed, the light magic in her body seemed to have found a home and was crazy and wanted to rush in his direction.

If it weren't for the magic books that taught her how to control it, I'm afraid her magic would have been drained in an instant.

Those who can be recognized by the light are people with good intentions...

It was a long time before the collision between the two ended.

The spellbook seemed to have lost all its brilliance and slowly floated back into Laxana's hand.

At the same time, a tired male voice came to her mind:

"She'll help you."

Hearing this familiar voice, Laxana looked pale and nodded happily.

The Winged Protector also returned to his flat, unemotionally unwavering golden eyes, as if looking at Laxana.

Watching from this oppressive gaze, Laxana was apprehensive.

But remembering what the magic book said, she unconsciously straightened her back.

"Not bad."

The cold words came out of the mouth of the winged protector, and Laxana was overjoyed.

Even if it's just a simple comment, it makes it easy for her to do things in the future.

After saying that, the Winged Protector didn't say much, closed his eyes, and bathed in the beam of light and was silent.

Seeing this, Laxana bowed to him and slowly withdrew from the main hall.

As she walked out of the temple gate, she suddenly saw the nun kneeling down on one knee towards her.

The nun's eyes were full of piety and fanaticism, and her voice was high-pitched:

"Your Highness, Stina is here for you."

"You are—" Laxana was a little overwhelmed.

The other party was the same as before, and she felt that this should be related to the evaluation of the Flying Wing Protector.

"My God has decreed that Her Highness Laxana will lead us in the exercise of justice." Sister Stina's tone was reverent.

"This..."

Hearing Stina's words, Laxana was slightly surprised.

With the words of "help", she thought that the Flying Wing Protector would just not hinder her, but she didn't expect it to be for her to mobilize the power of the Inquisition.

Stina she hadn't seen before, but the name was incomparably louder.

Stina, the head of the Inquisition Mission, has personally tried countless sins, both in strength and prestige, and is the best in Demacia.

"Sister Stina, please hurry up, I can't afford such a gift."

Laxana came to her senses and immediately helped Stina to her feet.

She was now speculating whether the souls in the magic book were old acquaintances with the Flying Wing Protector, and the collision between them just now was just a greeting to each other.

In her thoughts, she listened distractedly as Stina spoke of the power of the Temple, the power she possessed now.

One by one, the names that she had only heard in legends before came out of Stina's mouth, and she was secretly terrified when she heard it.

Inquisitions, Illuminati, Temple Guards...

This is a well-known name, and it is the most powerful group in Demacia.

Just because of the words of the Flying Wing Protector, these powers can be invoked by her.

Like a dream, she never thought that happiness would come so suddenly.

With the power of the Inquisition, she can now do something she has been planning for a long time.

Laxana tightened the spellbook in her hand, her heart filled with gratitude.

She knew everything she could, thanks to the help of the magic book.

"Your Highness, all the Judgment Missions are on standby in Xiongdu, ready to listen to your orders." Stina finished reporting the situation and said with a straight face.

"I don't need you to do anything just yet."

After thinking about it, Laxana still suppressed the excitement in her heart and said calmly:

"Wait for me to go to the Demon Seeker Legion headquarters first."

"Does Your Highness need help? You can now enter as a member of the Illuminati Council, who also has our insiders. Stina said respectfully.

"No, I don't. No one is going to stop me there."

Laxana had a complicated expression. It wasn't until today that she learned from Stina's story that every member of the Illuminati was a mage.

And she has been a trainee member of the Illuminati for a long time. It's just that today he became a regular and became the highest-ranking "director" among them.

The Illuminati belong to the Temple of Justice and nominally worship the Winged Protector. Their main duty is to appease the mages captured by the Demon Seekers and carry out some corresponding measures...

For example, to test the strength of magic, and to abolish demons...

How ironic it is that the mage is targeting the mage in the name of destroying all the mages...

In fact, the Illuminati have long been a gathering place for noble mages.

The nobles will send their mages here to cover up their magic with the power of justice. Finally, let them deal with the magic...

Laxana laughed at herself slightly.

In fact, her family had known about her magic for a long time, but she was afraid of it.

The more she learned about Demacia, the more she felt a little absurd.

The real Demacia is far from the glorious Demacia that she recognizes in her heart.

The law was made to make people's lives better, not to condemn people by birth.

Not to mention, it's unfair from start to finish. How dirty it is to judge commoners only for the nobility...

As a person with a vested interest, Laxana sighed unconsciously.

Recent studies and experiences have made her accustomed to these. I even knew in my heart that in order for Demacia to be better, many things had to be...

However, just because it's supposed to be right doesn't mean it's right.

"Stina, don't change Fiona's review because of me, she can enter the mission on her own." Laxana said softly.

Romance

There was a touch of surprise on Stina's expressionless face, her head bowed slightly, and her voice became more and more respectful:

"Your Highness, I will obey your will."

"Stina, thank you for everything you told me today."

Laxana smiled and waved her hand, turning to leave the temple.

Today's worries were gone, and it was time for her to go and accomplish something else.

Walking on the road of Xiongdu, she greeted the people in a friendly way, because she has been very active in Xiongdu recently, and everyone remembers her.

A girl who innocently wants Demacia to be better...

"I can feel the guilt in your heart."

Hearing the voice of the soul in the magic book, the hypocritical smile on Laxana's face stiffened slightly.

She used the way the soul of the book was given to herself:

"Teacher, you taught me to remember this guilt, not to ignore it because it should be done, and it should be wrong."

Laxana was careful when she mentioned the first two words, she had always regarded the other person as her most respected teacher, but she never mentioned them.

The other party not only taught her how to control magic, but also gradually taught her to see the world in a different light, and also taught her a lot of ways to behave in the world.

The soul in the book has a status in her mind that is even equal to that of his dear brother.

"I appreciate you for this, you have always been a girl with a light in her heart."

Hearing that the teacher did not refute, Laxana had a happy smile on her face.

But for what her teacher said, she shook her head slightly:

"My magic is light, and that's what I'm going to bring to others. But I'll be in the shadows, it's my own persistence. ”

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Demacia has strong enemies on the outside and contradictions on the inside.

Perhaps, what she did was a great rebellion, or perhaps she was hastening the decline of Demacia.

But in her belief that all righteous Demacians were the same as she thought.

Glory, justice, kindness, mutual love, equality... This is what they know as Demacia.

If such a Demacia did not exist from the beginning, then what is the point of everyone maintaining a false lie...

She has the confidence to build the real Demacia, before Noxus comes along!

At that time, even if Demacia is really defeated and loses the country, she hopes that she will die bravely as the best Demacia, and not the country will die due to decay and internal turmoil.

Thinking of this, a bright smile appeared on her face, and her eyes became more and more determined.

She will be the deepest darkness of Demacia, and she will bring the brightest light to Demacia!